Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

The dimly lit room reeked of fear and dominance, the flickering bulb casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The kneeling man trembled, his voice cracking as he pleaded, "Please... I swear I didn't mean to cross you. Give me one chance-just one!"

Standing before him was Asad Ahmed Khan, his white shirt stained with the faintest traces of sweat and dirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His hand gripped the gun firmly, his knuckles white with tension.

His blazing eyes locked on the man beneath him, devoid of mercy, devoid of hesitation.

"I warned you," Asad's voice was cold, calculated. "No one betrays me and walks away alive. You gambled with my trust... now you pay the price."

The man on his knees shook his head violently, his palms pressing together in a futile attempt at salvation. "No, no! Please, boss! I'll do anything! Just-don't shoot me!"

Behind Asad, Aahil Raza Ibrahim, his best friend, leaned casually against the wall.

Dressed in a sharp black blazer, his demeanor was one of amusement, a smirk curling his lips as he watched the scene unfold.

"This is going to be interesting," Aahil remarked lazily, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

He exhaled a plume of smoke, the grey cloud curling in the tense air. "Asad doesn't miss."

To his left stood Mirhaan Jahangir, Asad's right-hand man, a towering figure clad in a fitted black shirt.

Arms crossed, his sharp gaze flickered between the trembling man and Asad. "This one begged for it the moment he thought he could outsmart you, boss," Mirhaan said, his voice edged with satisfaction. "You're doing him a favor, really."

The kneeling man choked on a sob, his voice rising in desperation. "I swear-I didn't mean to steal from you! I was... I was pressured-someone made me do it!"

Asad tilted his head, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "You want me to believe someone forced you to betray me? You think I'll let you walk away after that?"

He stepped closer, the barrel of the gun pressing against the man's forehead.

The room fell silent, save for the labored breaths of the man on his knees and the slow, measured footsteps of Asad's boots on the tiled floor.

"Say goodbye," Asad murmured, his finger tightening on the trigger.

Aahil chuckled softly, shaking his head as he flicked ash onto the floor. "Poor fool doesn't even know how lucky he is. He gets to witness Asad's wrath up close."

Mirhaan smirked but said nothing, his eyes glittering with approval.

The kneeling man let out a wail, tears streaming down his face. "NO! PLEASE! I-"

The deafening roar of the gunshot cut him off mid-sentence.

The man crumpled to the ground, his lifeless body a stark reminder of Asad's resolve.

Asad lowered the gun, his expression unreadable.

He turned to Aahil and Mirhaan, who watched him with unflinching loyalty.

"Clean this up," Asad ordered curtly, his voice calm despite the storm of emotions simmering beneath his icy exterior.

As Aahil walked over to the body, he shook his head in mock pity. "He really should've known better. Stealing from Asad Ahmed Khan... rookie mistake."